so now i can actually live in my closet with sarah....i mean room. ;)
Ikea is Satan. Did i mention he's my bedfellow? ....ha ha ha. bad i know, but resiting would have been futile.
now for an unhealthy dose of narsistic self objectification to make up for the absence of anything poetic to say. I'm sure your all tired of my butt by now. (theres no difference between porn and poetry really ANYWAY!)